Yang Feng took out an envelope from his arms, put it to his nose and smelled it. The letter had been on him for several months, and the original smell had long since dissipated, but it seemed as if the lilac flower painted on the envelope was alive.
In general, he seemed to feel the faint fragrance.
He immediately opened the envelope and took out the letter, which read:
"Wu Tong treats each other old, and mandarin ducks will both die.
A chaste woman sacrifices her husband, and the same goes for sacrificing her life.
I swear there will be no waves, my heart is like water from an ancient well." The inscription was titled: Zhu Yunlan.
This was the letter that Yunxi handed him when he and Yunxi left Beijing by boat and left the dock.
At that time, Yang Feng was suddenly shocked and said with dumbfounded eyes: "Your Majesty, this is, this is, this is,..."
"You guessed it right." Yunxi said calmly, his voice neither high nor low.
"This." Yang Feng was really surprised. He had never thought that Yunlan would write such a poem to him.
"Yang Feng, you used to be my sister by my side as a bodyguard, but you were already married at that time, so you could only keep this matter buried deep in your heart. It wasn't until your wife passed away not long ago that she revealed her feelings, so
I regard you as the Prince Consort of Zhongshan." Yunxi said.
Yunxi didn't want to talk to Yang Feng about this, but Yunlan insisted on sending a letter to Yang Feng, and said to him: "Brother, my sister has already done it once and will never do it a second time." At that time, Yunxi saw it.
Looking at Yunlan's firm expression, she couldn't help but nodded and agreed to her request. Since this letter was to be handed over to Yang Feng, Yunxi finally decided to tell Yang Feng the truth. He must not let him think that Yunlan was a wanton person.
Yang Feng looked at the letter at this time and recalled what Yun Xi had said to him at that time. His expression became much gentler and he said to himself: "Your Highness, I will definitely make great achievements and come back alive to make myself worthy of you!
"
After a while, Yang Feng put the letter back into the envelope, carefully put it into a parchment bag, and then put the parchment bag into a brown paper bag and put it in his arms. But even though the letter was no longer in front of him, he was still lost in thought.
Thinking about something.
While he was thinking, a voice suddenly came from his ear: "General Yang, Timur's central army camp has moved and is coming towards our army. The distance between our army and the enemy is now less than two miles.
According to the current marching speed, we will be close soon." Chang Jizong reported to Yang Fenghui.
Yongming's left guard dispatched to block the Salha tribe of Xilu. After seeing Cao Xing leading the cavalry, he immediately ordered the entire army to withdraw to the camp to avoid being killed by the cavalry of the left and right guards of the government without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy. Of course, this was discovered by Xilu.
Another group of people tried to rush into the camp and seize it, but Qin Sen and his troops finally retreated.
After daybreak, all the Western captives withdrew from the Ming Dynasty's central camp. Chang Jizong took the opportunity to return to his own army guard. At this time, he ordered the guard to follow Yang Feng to fight against the Western captives.
"I am ordering all the soldiers not to slack off and prepare for the battle with the Xilu." Yang Feng came back to his senses and ordered loudly.
"Master General, these Xilu have never seen our guard posts fighting, and these days, we have all seen how Timur's main army fights. In this battle, our army knows ourselves and the enemy. Timur
But you don’t know the enemy, our army will win!" A staff officer next to him said at this time.
"Don't despise the enemy so much. His Majesty once said: Contempt the enemy strategically, and value the enemy tactically. No matter whether the Westerners are cows or chickens, we must use the means to deal with cows!" Although Yang Feng agreed with the staff officer's words
, but still said with a straight face.
"What's more, this battle must be won, but also won safely." Yang Feng added: "Shangzhiwei is the most powerful guard in the Ming Dynasty. On the premise of ensuring victory, we must lose as few troops as possible."
"Yes, General!" Several people in front of him bowed in agreement, and Chang Jizong then retreated to command his own guards.
Yang Feng calmed down again and completely focused on the Xilu in front of him, preparing for the first battle between the two sides.
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"The formation used by the Ming army is very strange. There are musketeers at the four corners and spearmen in the middle. I have never seen such a formation."
"Their clothes are also very strange. Apart from the same color as other Ming troops, there are many differences in style. They look like the clothes of the Folangji people (the name of the Europeans by the cannibals), but they have too little armor.
The musketeers only wore steel helmets on their heads, but no armor on their bodies; the pikemen's armor was also very short. It stands to reason that the Ming Dynasty was richer than ours, so it would not be impossible for even the Imperial Guard to be equipped with full-body armor."
"Why did the emperor of the Ming Dynasty form such an army? What is the combat effectiveness of this army?" Timur said with some confusion.
"Great Khan, the Easterners have never had the tradition of wearing heavy armor in battle, and there have always been very few heavy infantry. They value the mobility of the army more. There are often more service horses in an army than riding horses," said a staff officer.
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"Of course I know this. But the most important thing about the emperor's guards is their combat effectiveness. Heavy cavalry may not be able to destroy light cavalry on an open battlefield, but heavy infantry can definitely defeat several times the light infantry. As for mobility, it can't be fought without fighting.
At that time, they can load all the heavy things on the vehicles and transport them, and the Guards cannot be short of horses." Tamerlane said.
"Great Khan, there is only one possibility, and that is that the people of the Ming Dynasty thought that such special light infantry was more effective than heavy infantry." Another staff officer said.
"This is the only reasonable explanation. Tieletai, lead your three thousand infantrymen and go forward to fight the Ming army." Timur said. The Ming army in front of him was divided into a small formation of more than two thousand people, and five small formations.
The five central formations constitute a large formation. He had never seen this army take action, so he carefully sent people to test it.
"Yes, the Great Khan." Tieletai agreed and went down to lead the troops. Soon, an infantry of three thousand people broke away from the formation and came towards the Ming army.
At the forefront of the Ming army's formation at this time were the two Qianhu of Jinwu's rear guard. Hu Yuancheng, the commander who commanded these two Qianhu, saw the Xilu approaching his guard post. A flash of joy flashed across his face, and then he
He coughed and his expression returned to normal, and he said to the soldiers: "Soldiers, this is the first battle for our Jinwu rear guard. We must let the Xilu see the power of our army!"
"Expel the Tartars!" Everyone responded loudly. Many people also showed excitement on their faces.
Soon, the two armies approached to a distance of 120 steps. The Xilu rear team immediately unfurled their bows and nocked arrows, and fired the bows and arrows diagonally upward, towards the Ming army.
For a moment, there was only a "ding-dong" sound, and many arrows fell on the helmets or spearmen's armors and were bounced off, but some arrows also hit places on the body that were not protected by armor, and dozens of people were suddenly dead.
Stumbling or falling to the ground.
At the same time, Xilu's artillery also opened fire. Hundreds of solid bullets flew towards the Ming army, smashing the first person they encountered into meat pies and then crushing them all the way. Anyone who was touched would be killed.
Tiledai even saw the scene of flesh and blood limbs flying everywhere. How could the power of this shell be resisted by flesh and blood?
But the soldiers in the entire formation were still marching forward in neat lines. The fallen comrades beside them seemed as if they did not exist. No one stopped because of this. The positions of those killed by arrows were quickly automatically filled by those in the back row.
Above, the 'channel' knocked out by the solid shells was quickly and without confusion made up after the solid shells passed through the entire small array.
"How could these Khitans be so powerful?" Tieletai frowned. The discipline of these Ming soldiers far exceeded his imagination. Except for the Great Khan's personal guard, the entire Samarkand Kingdom had no other main force.
None of them could achieve such high battlefield discipline. However, the Great Khan's personal guard only had 2,000 people, while the Ming Emperor's Imperial Guard in front of him had more than 50,000 people. It is said that there were still three infantry guards left in the capital and did not participate in the battle.
He was more cautious and ordered the soldiers to slow down. The archers in the rear row almost stopped completely, took out arrows from their quivers and shot at the Ming army again. Before the distance between the two armies was only thirty steps,
Three more rounds of arrows were fired. But what surprised him was that although hundreds more people from the Ming army died in the process, no one fired at all. The only action of everyone was to maintain an orderly queue, accompanied by constant
March forward to the sound of drums.
"The Ming army is not stupid, is it?" A centurion said to himself.
But at this moment, the commander of the Ming Army shouted, the drum beat changed, and the Ming Army soldiers suddenly stopped.
Immediately, the musketeers in front formed an even denser formation than before, raised their spears, and pointed at Xilu.
Tieletai suddenly felt something bad, and just as he was about to shout, he heard uniform gunshots. About 200 spears fired at the same time, and the fire flashed into one. He stood at the front with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, preparing to step forward.
The fighting Xilu was submerged in a cloud of white smoke.
The soldiers who had finished shooting immediately retreated, slipped through the gap between the second row of soldiers, and went to the back to load ammunition; the soldiers who were originally in the second row took a few steps forward, removed all the gaps in the middle, and lined up densely.
The other formations also raised their spears and pointed them at them. Then the musketeers from the third row rushed up and repeated the action.
Tieletai's troops were immediately stunned. They had never seen such an opponent before. The shields in their hands and the armors on their bodies seemed to be made of paper, and they had no effect at all. Almost all of the five hundred soldiers in the front were wearing them.
A small hole punched by a projectile could be clearly seen in the armor of some people, and some even had a hole punched through the armor on their backs.
Almost all of the five hundred people were wiped out, and only a few thirty were not hit by the projectiles or only scratched their skin. But more than thirty people also screamed and fled backwards regardless of military orders. Other soldiers were also hit by bullets.
Terrified.
But the Xilu in front of him seemed not to have seen all this. He quietly loaded ammunition, and then fired three rounds of shots at Xilu, and another three to four hundred people fell.
This time, some of the surviving soldiers howled and rushed towards the musketeers, but at this time, under the command of the drum beat, the spearmen had already come to the musketeers and killed all the irrational Xipi.